#turning page

[berriesxoxo]

Need a relationship like this ㅤ♥︎

[sal-lyrics-daily]

if i had only felt the warmth within your touch,

if i had only seen how you smile when you blush,

or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough,

i would have known what i was living for all along.

what i’ve been living for.

—“Turning Page”

[officialeoj]

Sunday Silliness 🤪

Wright Anything Agency

Phoenix Wright - Spiky Hair (greased back)

Athena Cykes - Ponytail

Apollo Justice - Two bunny-like strands (rest is greased back)

Trucy Wright - Hat

Case 2 Characters

Turning Page - Spiky Hair (fluffy)

Sugar Stamp - Twin tails

Lawkeeper Equity - Loose strands (most braided back)

Private Eye - Hat

[folded-pancake]

O'Neal originally wrote "Turning Page" as "a total shot in the dark" blind submission for the Twilight soundtrack.

[roseannebp22]

Taylor Swift; Turning page

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆

[dreamluminosity]

some photos I got at Union Chapel (26.2.24), Sleeping At Last concert. see the clips here, and see more photos here.

[theladwhoisweird]

I don't know what exactly I'm waiting for to happen or I'm just expecting a Sofia-the-First-like turn of events. Could I possibly be a princess... hold on, a prince, a monarch, a king overnight?

[rainbowsandrainyclouds]

[levis-coffeecup]

Hi guys, Unfortunately Chapter 27 of Turning Page would not be out this week. It's finished, but I've been very busy looking for a house, and didn't have the time to edit it. It should be out on next Saturday!

[everdeenxmellark]

“i surrender who i've been for who you are,

for nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart.

if I had only felt how it feels to be yours,

well, i would have known

what i've been living for all along.

what i’ve been living for”

- turning page

[softaestluv]

Turning Page

You work at the library Simon and his daughter frequent.

single dad! alpha Simon Riley x librarian! omega reader

tags | alpha! Simon Riley, Omega! Reader, a/b/o dynamics, mentions of mating bonds, heat, scenting, fluff, angst

chapter 8 | masterlist | ao3

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Story time turns into lunch breaks spent with him and Clementine. Coffee or Ice cream— Mint’s personal favorite.

The weekends turn into date night. Breakfast at your place, cooking dinner with Clementine at his.

Dinner turns into bedtime for Clementine, which turns into Simon pressing you into his couch cushions, teeth grazing skin, fingers dimpling flesh, nose buried in your scent gland.

He has to stop himself every time he starts to rut into your clothed cunt like some dog, lapping at your neck desperately. Every time you begin to whimper in his ear, baring your neck for him so prettily, the plea for him to sink his teeth into your skin dying on your tongue.

It’s a routine, until it isn���t.

100-degree fever is the culprit.

He woke up to his sweet Mint sniffling with tears in the corners of her eyes, skin pale as ever.

“Papa, I don’t feel good.” She had barely managed to croak quietly to him.

“Oh, baby girl.” He cooed, placing the back of his hand on her already sweaty forehead, “Think you got a fever.”

He scoops her into his arms, her little mermaid pajamas damp where his palm and forearm press, “What hurts, baby? Your head?”

She snuggles into the crook of his neck, tiny nose pressed to his scent gland for comfort with a small nod.

“Yeah? Poor girl,” He murmurs, rubbing circles into her back soothingly, “Daddy’s gonna give you some medicine, okay?”

She shakes her head in protest, whining weakly against his skin.

“I know, pup, but it’s the cherry one. You like that one, remember?”

It takes a few sips, several dramatic grimaces, multiple gulps of water, and an abundance of negotiation on Simon’s part to get her to finish the medicine, but she eventually does. His brave girl.

He gives her a bath after, washing away the sweat clinging to her skin. She holds on to him the entire time, eyes fluttering and falling heavy with each passing second. By the time he lifts her out of the bath and changes her into a new set of pajamas she’s snuggling into his hold, pale skin turned rosy from the warm water.

He lays her across his chest after, lying out on the couch before putting on her favorite cartoon. It’s her favorite spot; it’s his favorite spot. His pup curled up on his chest, tucked into his arms— safe.

Except, now his Clementine is in pain, tiny brows furrowed, prominent pout on her lips, and small paws fisting his shirt. There's already a streak of sweat forming on her forehead again, but her little body is shivering like she’s freezing.

He rubs her back, runs his fingers through her blonde curls, and presses kisses into her scalp as he projects his scent, trying his best to soothe her with his alpha pheromones. She presses deeper into him when he does, searching for the comfort only he can provide.

He sees the moment the medicine kicks in, the moment her eyes finally shut and she falls asleep in her safe space.

The first time his pup got sick she was just a baby, smaller than his forearm, and he thought his world was crashing around him. He was useless at the time, didn’t know what his baby girl needed to feel better. He had trembled at the sight of her pouting and afraid.

Now, he’s a better father, replaced the calluses on his palm with smoother skin. Learned how to soothe her, nurse her back to health instead of slaughtering those who faced the barrel of his gun.

Clementine wakes up just as he’s finishing making her soup. He doubts her stomach will hold it down, but she hasn’t had anything to eat since the night before.

She patters into the kitchen, fat tears rolling down her chubby cheeks, “Daddy!”

“What’s wrong?” He asks, brows furrowing with worry.

She balls her fists at her side, her tears collecting at the collar of her shirt, “Story time! Daddy, we missed story time!”

“Mint, you’re sick.” He exhales a chuckle of relief. “We couldn’t have gone.”

Clementine isn’t pleased with this answer because she starts to sob harder, choking on her breaths in seconds. He pulls her into his arms at that, shushing her softly as he carries her to the couch and sets her in his lap.

“Hey, pup, look at daddy.” He cups her face, wiping the tears away with his thumb, voice dipped lower, comforting. She’s trying her best to speak, blubbering through her tears. “I know, baby. I know you’re sad. It’s okay, you’re okay.”

He holds her tiny hand to his chest, taking deep breaths with her until she’s able to breathe without hiccuping.

“There we go, pup. Good job.” He praises, alpha rumbling in his chest, “We can go next week when you feel better. But you want to know how we can do that?”

Clementine nods, bottom lip wobbling. His sweet girl.

“You gotta eat your soup, take your medicine, and get lots of sleep. You think you can do that?” He asks, tapping on her chest with each reason.

She nods again, climbing off his lap to her bowl of soup.

By the time she’s finished her soup and he’s managed to feed her some more medicine she’s ready for bed. He lets her sleep in his bed for the night instead of squishing both of them onto her much smaller bed.

He doesn’t nest, it’s not in his instincts, but he lays her favorite stuffies and blankets around the bed the best he can manage. Corduroy hugged tightly to her chest, her head snug to his arm and shoulder.

He’s so concerned with Clementine’s health, that he almost misses the message that pings his phone.

‘Didn’t see you and Clementine at story time today. Hope everything is well!’ —and there’s that damn heart you always use at the end of your message.

Clementine barely moves when the doorbell rings the following day, but when she sees you, books in arms, she jumps up from the couch.

“Miss Librarian! What are you doing?”

You smile at him in greeting before bending down to her height. “Well, I heard that you were sick and weren’t able to come to story time this week.”

Clementine nods. “But I took medicine like daddy said.”

“I'm glad you are. Gotta get healthy to come to story time again, right?” You agree, “But, in the meantime, I’ve brought the book we read yesterday. Do you want to read it with me?”

Simon practically sees stars in Clementine’s eyes, gasping as she nods her head eagerly.

“Yes! Yes!” She’s already dragging you to her bedroom before you finish your sentence.

You examine her room, eyes stopping on her makeshift library, “Wow, you’ve got your own mini library, don’t you?”

“Yep, but it’s not as big as yours.” She pats the empty spot next to her on her bed.

You chuckle at that, “Well, maybe one day you can have your very own library even bigger than mine.”

A Bad Case Of The Stripes.

It’s a bit fitting considering Mint’s health.

She sits in your lap as you read to her, tiny feet wiggling as she focuses on the pictures on each page, gasping at each new design on the little girl as Simon stands in the entryway.

He’s a little scared to walk in, sit on the bed with the two of you that definitely doesn’t have enough space for the three of you, so he admires from the door. He watches Mint read with you every week, but now it’s in her room, curled in your lap.

You underestimate his Mint, just a bit— ‘Do you want to try reading with me or are you not feeling up to it?’

Mint makes you read it with her four more times until she’s tuckered out, rubbing her eyes with a small yawn, and turning around in your lap to snuggle into your hold.

“Miss. Librarian?”

“Yes?”

“Are you my new mom?”

Simon watches your mouth part, eyes flickering over her face to find the right words, voice soft as you answer.

“I’m whatever you want me to be, sweetheart.”

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[daffodillian]

Turning page♡

[flawless-imperfections]

your love is my turning page

[officialeoj]

Sunday Silliness 🤪

Turning Page: I don’t think the therapist is supposed to say ‘wow’ that many times during their first session with a client, but here we are.

[formulalfc]

no cause turning page will be the song i walk down the isle to

it's such a good song???